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RUSH HOUR
by Frvrfriday
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I don't need to
Yeah
I don't need to make friends
Riot up the hill, whole thing is a mayhem
Fuckin' with my spirit, niggas really go to great length
Niggas turn religious when their faces hit the pavement
He ain't been the same since that day, you know it makes sense
Say she high maintenance, we could make arrangements
Calls from my agent, make me switch cadence
I'm tryna buy the cribs on both sides, and make 'em vacant
Go against the grain, South based, we from the basement
Boy, you a two-faced nigga under pressure
Call it fruit cake, sittin' in that leather
And like it's doomsday, we 'bout to change the weather
Girl, is it to late to say I get you wetter? (Shh)
(Ayy) she been in the field since like twenty-one
(Ayy) pushing 'til the wheels break, shit is cut throat
(Ayy) say she brought her friends and they needed front row, ayy
What if we just head back to my condo?
That girl a groupie, who your mans?
Word to mouth, now she gets choosy, what's the plans?
Boy, I'm out, this shit don't move me
And shit I know lil' shorty tryna use me (use me)
(Alright) yeah, uh
Where's the line again?
Small talk, cold calls, all that shit is transient
Lot of baggage, I was born with, I'm carryin'
Always been a pimp but I turned into a champion
I was with my bih on a island, playin' ambient
Hold your breath, I been on the edge
Niggas gettin' bread, soul hangin' by a thread
Right hand on the wheel, left one on her breast
Everything a wreck, they don't step the way I step (oh)
I don't know how people think we equal (woah)
Baby girl, my verse is worth a kilo (damn)
Seven nights, we spend it down in Rio (yeah)
Everything I do, is for my people
I don't need to make friends
Riot up the hill, whole thing is a mayhem
Fuckin' with my spirit, niggas really go to great length
Niggas turn religious when their faces hit the pavement
He ain't been the same since that day, you know it makes sense
Say she high maintenance, we could make arrangements
Calls from my agent, make me switch cadence
I'm tryna buy the cribs on both sides, and make 'em vacant
Goin' against the grain, South based, we from the basement
I don't need to
Yeah
I don't need to make friends
Riot up the hill, whole thing is a mayhem
Fuckin' with my spirit, niggas really go to great length
Niggas turn religious when their faces hit the pavement
He ain't been the same since that day, you know it makes sense
Say she high maintenance, we could make arrangements
Calls from my agent, make me switch cadence
I'm tryna buy the cribs on both sides, and make 'em vacant
Go against the grain, South based, we from the basement
Boy, you a two-faced nigga under pressure
Call it fruit cake, sittin' in that leather
And like it's doomsday, we 'bout to change the weather
Girl, is it to late to say I get you wetter? (Shh)
(Ayy) she been in the field since like twenty-one
(Ayy) pushing 'til the wheels break, shit is cut throat
(Ayy) say she brought her friends and they needed front row, ayy
What if we just head back to my condo?
That girl a groupie, who your mans?
Word to mouth, now she gets choosy, what's the plans?
Boy, I'm out, this shit don't move me
And shit I know lil' shorty tryna use me (use me)
(Alright) yeah, uh
Where's the line again?
Small talk, cold calls, all that shit is transient
Lot of baggage, I was born with, I'm carryin'
Always been a pimp but I turned into a champion
I was with my bih on a island, playin' ambient
Hold your breath, I been on the edge
Niggas gettin' bread, soul hangin' by a thread
Right hand on the wheel, left one on her breast
Everything a wreck, they don't step the way I step (oh)
I don't know how people think we equal (woah)
Baby girl, my verse is worth a kilo (damn)
Seven nights, we spend it down in Rio (yeah)
Everything I do, is for my people
I don't need to make friends
Riot up the hill, whole thing is a mayhem
Fuckin' with my spirit, niggas really go to great length
Niggas turn religious when their faces hit the pavement
He ain't been the same since that day, you know it makes sense
Say she high maintenance, we could make arrangements
Calls from my agent, make me switch cadence
I'm tryna buy the cribs on both sides, and make 'em vacant
Goin' against the grain, South based, we from the basement
